The Cunty Bumpkins were forged from the fires of a burning barn somewhere around the Somerset area. As they grew in the wild being raised by badgers they began to whittle instruments and discovered they were pretty alright at playing them. All was well until the day the badger cull began, these feral creatures were angry. So they decided to do what any angry bumpkin yoghurt-weaver does.. They formed a band to write songs about it without actually actively doing anything to stop it. They sang ditties of cross dressing, apocalyptic chaos and most importantly morning poo's. This is how the band you see here before you came to be.